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*Faithful talking*

thoughts

Chapter 5-

            The group left for Tesarhon just moments after the sun reached the hills.  Alan(na) was constantly having to keep her adrenaline from rising.  Was George okay?  What had they done to him?  Did they hurt him?  Had they killed him?

Her last thought made her uneasy.

            Faithful seemed to notice her uneasiness.

            *He's fine.  You're not the only one who can fight, right?  And even though this is a 'rebellion', there's bound to be someone who has sympathy for him.* Though she didn't quite believe her, she was bit reassured by the cat's…words?  Gibberish?  Mindspeakings?

             Raoul, Gary and Jon were softly speaking to each other behind her.

            "Alan seems really worried." Raoul said.

            "George is the older brother he never had." Gary pointed out softly.

            "I think there's something else…" Jon said distantly.

            "What do you mean?"  Raoul and Gary inquired.

"It's like Alan has some sort of a secret… a big secret…one that he's not even telling me."

"How do you know?" Gary asked.

"When we went to the Dancing Dove the day before he became my squire, he and George went up to his room alone."

"So?"

"They wouldn't let me come."

"Jon, you have to let some people have their privacy.  Just because you're the prince doesn't mean you have the right to be in everyone's business." Raoul pointed out.

"But Alan's my squire."  Silence.

"You gotta point there." Gary agreed.

They rode on in silence for about an hour till they reached an inn.  They didn't stop; they just got supplies and left. 

The rest of the night they rode together and planned how they would plan things.  Jon (of course) was in charge.  Gary would stay to scout and take care of the supplies and horses.  Raoul and Jon would be hiding close by, but it would be Alan(na) who would have the hardest job.  She would go in and disguise herself as a boy who wanted to join the Eugors.  She would divert attention from Raoul and Jon and give the go ahead signal.  They would get Gary and then they would have figured out how to release them.

They had to stop to set up camp in the forest.  They ate around a tiny campfire and exchanged jokes and stories while eating some dried venison.  For the first time since they left, they were actually enjoying themselves.  They quickly set their bedrolls off and drifted to sleep.

Alanna's nightmare:

            She was stuck in a clear room.  There was no roof in sight.  The outside world was blurred and she couldn't tell where it was.  Then she heard a familiar voice- one that had been the joy off her dreams and life for the past few days.

            "I did what I had to do!  You can't survive any other way!"

            "That's not a good enough reason!"  This voice was also familiar.  It brushed in the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite place it.  It was one she recalled that she had despised while she had known him.

            There were cries of agony.  Alanna couldn't bear to hear George in pain.  She started to sob.

            Then she woke up.

            Jon's really weird dream

            He was at a ball.  He had been flirting with Delia of Eldorne when a girl caught his eye.

            She had black hair done up elegantly.  Her dress fit perfectly and there was something about her that was eerily familiar.  She turned her head and smiled.  She had violet eyes.  He was going to ask for a dance, but she walked out into the parapet.

            He followed the girl out. 

            "May I have this dance?" he asked.

            "I would be delighted."  The voice rung a bell, but in his dream state, he couldn't tell.

            The dance started out normal enough , until they started to rise.  He didn't realize it much, though.  He was more entranced by the girl he was twirling.

            As the dance came to an end, he leaned in and kissed her.  The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, until the girl broke apart.  When she did, the black hair came off to reveal the short red crop of Alan of Trebond.

            "ALAN?!?!?"

Then he woke up.

This isn't necessarily going to be an A/J fic.  I just put that because I wanted to add a bit of flavor to my recipe of characters and plots.  99.9% chance that this will be an A/G fic, through and through.  Teenage boys DO have those kinds of fantasies, ya know?

Nova Puppy Girl- That chapter was 702 words long.  I think it's the longest chapter so far.  I personally like the dreamy effect, and I hoped you like the chapter.

May the reviews come from you.